Archive for May 23rd, 2009
Something funny happened on my way to demolish an entire bag of mini Twix yesterday: I stopped before eating a single one.
This incident alone isn’t enough to get me to seek medical attention but combined with a few other seemingly innocent events is a little more startling. Judge for yourself…
1. I haven’t spent more than five bucks on fast food in the past two weeks, and that was only for a large iced tea and hot tea from Tim Horton’s.
2. I made a pan of brownies on Weds. night and it was still available for chomping yesterday after school
3. I ate 3 Lay’s potato chips and closed the bag. (Ok, not so odd. I’m not a chip girl, even on my most binging days)
4. The most telling problem that something’s amiss? Alone in the teacher’s lounge with half a dozen delish donuts from the fab corner bakery, I nibbled half a jelly-filled gem around the edges and tossed the rest in the trash.
Don’t worry too much. I weighed in on the scale and found a two-pound gain from last week despite two weight lifting sessions and two 20 minute jogs. I sense a little less puff in my gut, and my pants are a wee bit looser, so I’m not stressing on the number. But the changes in my dietary habits are really interesting.
Are you hearing me? Reading between the lines?
Junk food is not calling my name. I continue to hear a quiet little voice in the back of my mind that says “You’re practically killing yourself every two days: burning thighs, burning lungs, sucking wind because you’ve ate more donuts over the last 38 years than the population of some towns in Rhode Island, and it’s working. More junk means more pain. Less junk, faster results. Do you really need/want to continue eating garbage when you could be burning off that pound of cookie dough you ate in ’97?”
(I said the voice was quiet. I didn’t say it was succinct).
At this point I must agree with the voice. I’m thinking I want to keep jogging and working out in order to eat more of the good stuff I like that my body needs, and not just fuel my addiction to shiny-wrappered candy or tasteless sprinkles. (You do know the sprinkles really don’t taste like anything but wax, don’t you? Eat a few spoonfuls and find out).
Today is a weightlifting/ab day; tomorrow is jogging. Tonight is a major-league baseball game with beer, hotdogs and possibly crackerjack. Don’t worry, I heard the voice. Besides, they don’t sell donuts in the aisles anyway.